NIALL'S POV
The opera was as bad as he imagined it; he was sure that someone with more refined tastes would have enjoyed it but he'd take a rock concert any day. As they walked down the elegant staircase Mr Schmidt gestured at them and they followed him into the sideroom.
"Klaus und Till, endlich treffen wir uns," Mr Schmidt. Niall could understand a few words but right now he needed to make an excuse for his English. He looked down at Louis who was nuzzling into his neck, seemingly unaware of the company, his hands digging into Niall's hips and occasionally tugging at his belt. This inspired him.
"I'd prefer to speak in English if you wouldn't mind," Niall began using his German accent. "Till loves to hear me speak English. Gets him all hot and bothered you know, it was the only way I could get him to come to the opera. That and he took a tablet back at the hotel, so that's why he's..." Niall gestured at his pretend lover, "...well like this."
"Of course, anything for my customers," Mr Schmidt purred eyeing the two of them like a predator.
"Thank you. And you if we could speed the proceedings along, I'm afraid my pet isn't the most patient of boys," Niall continued, appealing to the Austrian's obvious inclination to gays.
"Not a problem, you have the money I presume?" Mr Schmidt replied, stroking his thigh unconsciously, whilst staring at Louis pawing at Niall's clothes like a puppy.
Niall handed the black briefcase over and the man opened it, he gazed down at the (counterfeit) money and nodded approvingly before closing it again. He then took out his own briefcase and handed it to Niall.
"Don't you want to look inside?" Schmidt asked, his eyes fixed upon Louis once more.
"I trust your reputation to know that everything is in order," Niall replied curtly.
Mr Schmidt nodded seeming proud of this comment and gestured towards the door, "I do so hope to see the two of you again in the future."
"We do as well. Goodnight," Niall replied. He tightened his grip around Louis and lifted the heavy briefcase then started walking towards the door.
The foyer of the opera house was still filled with mingling people so Niall changed his pace to that of a relaxed saunter. He kissed Louis' hair for good measure, just in case Schmidt was watching and headed towards the entrance. Someone bumped into the two of them and quickly apologised.
"Oh no it's fine, I should've been watching where I was going," Niall replied, his Irish accent coming naturally.
He heard a scuffle behind him and a "hey!" before he realised what he'd done. Niall looked behind him and sure enough Schmidt's bodyguards were heading towards them.
"Shit!" Louis exclaimed and they quickly ran towards the glass doors.
They made it outside and started sprinting across the cobblestoned square, past the fountain with all the horse statues in it. They'd gotten about halfway before the gunfire started and Niall swore loudly. He dropped behind a bench, pulled out his own gun and began firing back. Louis however had slipped in his dress shoes on the wet stones and went down. Seconds later he was hit twice in the back, thankfully in the left shoulder blade. Niall could only look on in horror as Louis pulled himself towards the bench. He then snapped back into action and shot the guy responsible. They needed to get away like now.
"Get your gun, shoot the fuck out of them, I'm going to get a vehicle." Niall said, Louis nodded and began shooting.
Niall picked up the briefcase and sprinted towards the street. He smashed the first car window he came across and quickly hotwired the engine. He gunned the engine and sped back to Louis who immediately jumped in and raced out of the square like bats out of hell.
"JESUS CHRIST LOU, ARE YOU OKAY?" Niall shouted.
"Yeah, just get us as far away from Salzburg as possible before he go to a hospital," Louis replied wincing.
They drove through the darkened city heading towards the autobahn and had just gotten onto it when three sets of head lights shone on their car coming closer with every second.
LOUIS' POV
Motherfucker my back hurts like a bastard. Niall swore colourfully and stepped on the acceleration trying to get away from the vehicles.
"Louis put your damn seatbelt on, they're catching up," Niall shouted, just as one overtook them and stayed right in front of them. Louis tried to pull the belt but it wouldn't budge.
He could tell that Niall wanted to break and reverse the fuck out of there but then another car got right behind them and bumped into them as if to say "like hell you're getting out that way."
Niall swore again as the third car came up beside them on the left and drove into them from there. Louis tried again to get the seatbelt but his hands were fumbling as he gradually lost more and more blood.
Louis could still hear Niall shouting for him to get the seatbelt on when the car drove them off the road. His hands were still clumsily grasping to the belt when everything went black and all he could make out over the roar of the car colliding with the ground and the glass smashing was Niall screaming his name.
A/N- I've actually been to Salzburg so that's what inspired me to set their mission in that city. Such an amazing place!
